Disclaimer: Bleach = Tite ,Kemious = poor.
A/N: Eh Been putting this off for months. Enjoy slightly crazy Momo. And no this isn't a one shot cause If it was then it'd be in Clipboard.
As Hinamori stares at Hanatarou, she realizes she hates the boy.
Its odd a foreign feeling that she's only felt a handful of times, but its unmistakable. There is no doubt that she completely and utterly hates him. Its a hatred that he truly doesn't deserve. He has done nothing wrong, other than attend to her and her every whim since she woken up from Aizen's betrayal. He's been nothing but nice and sincere, treated her with the utmost respect unlike the others who look at her as though she's a being to be pitied. So why does she hate him, its a question she asks herself knowing the answer all to very well.
But thats not the question that she needs to ask herself. The why is something that is very easily answered, but the when is what she ponders about. Its not as though she's always hated him. No, while she knew of his existence before she had never put any substance behind it before. He simply wasn't a factor in her life. There wasn't any reason for her to hate him. So when did she start to hate him?
"Ah Fuku-taicho is everything okay?"
His voice is full of genuine concern . While she's heard the same question time and time again from the other medics, its not rehearsed like everyone else. Its genuine concern for her well being. There is no intone of pity, no hidden motives. The words can be taken as nothing more than their base values..
She smiles at him. Its false, phony, fake unlike own his genuineness she can only replay with falsities. Its a smile that she's practiced since waking up. It has no flaws. Its capable of convincing those who know her the most; Shiro and Rangiku. She has no problem tricking someone who has only know her no more than two weeks.
He smiles and the purity and unadulterated nature of it hurts. Its a smile that radiates innocents. A smile that she can never replicate.
Ah. It comes to her quickly and she remembers when and with the when uncovered she can reveal the why.
The feelings began exactly twelve days ago, on the fourth day since she awoke from the semi coma she had been in. She remembers it now very well as though it was no more than a second ago. He had smiled that same smile. A smile full of joy and innocents. It was a smile that had all the traits that she would never have again.
It had not been a smile directed at her at the time. Rather one directed at his captain. Perhaps she had praised him for not messing up for once, maybe she had told a joke. The reason didn't matter, but that had been the first moment that she had felt the constant heat that warmed her mind when ever see saw him. It had taken her a while at first. To know what the heat had been. She wasn't used to it , but had finally figured it out when she realized the same exact heat burned when ever she pictured Ichimaru or Aizen.
In him she saw herself. Or rather what had been what she had been before it all.
She envied him. Foolishly idolizing the being in white, doing everything to meet her expectations. Innocent, unstained by the wickedness around him, naïve and ignorant. Everything that she hated about the person she used to be.
She wanted to break him. Not to save him from himself. No, Unohana would never betray him like Aizen had betrayed her. Unohana was too good.
The desire was born from the simple fact she wanted to see him broken. Reduced to the same empty person that she herself had been forced to become. She wanted to break him the same way Aizen broke her.
"Ah thank you.... Um Yamada-san." She smiled truthfully this time. "Actually I'm feeling pretty good today. I feel like I've woken up from a dream." She announced. "Um do you think it would be to much trouble to call Unohana-san."
Nodding Hanatarou rushed out of the room in search of his captain. It had been a break through. Before today she spoken. Just addressing people with hollow looks and smiles. Perhaps there was hope that she could recover.
The smile turned wicked as Hanatarou disappeared into the hallway yelling for his captain. Rather than wish him broken. She was going to break him herself. Exactly the same way Aizen had broken her. She would take him away from his precious Unohana, make him depend on her and take it all away in a flash, leaving him the same way she had been left and she knew exactly how to go about it.
"Enjoy it all Yamada-san, cause soon you won't have anything left." Today was the start of it all.
E/N: Why am I writing this when I just wrote a new chapter of Chronicles of a Catboy. Why am I not writing a new chapter of Chronicles of a Catboy or Clipboard. Cause I can. Cause the plot bunny is annoying me. Cause I don't get enough reviews in comparison to hits. Expect a new chapter sometime after the next chapter of Chronicles of a Catboy. And if you liked this check that out if you didn't then still check it out. Hmm. I noticed that many of my titles begin with C.